shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee beguil’d, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. O love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET. Speak briefly, can you read anything you see? ROMEO. Ay, so I fear; the more is my lady, O it